La Belle Dame Avec Vérité Absolue

I wrote this poem after asking the question of myself who I am. This is what I got.

La Belle Dame Avec Vérité Absolue (Beautiful Women with absolute truth)

It isn't black roses on my cheek I fear

That I may cease to be 

Or cold that I have been left out in

Like a lonely flower chilled by winter



But to lose a simple game

I play alone against me

The war for my own mind

For that is where my thoughts reside



And this a fight with the odds stacked against me

But I still fight the battle of the mind

It holds my fate either to success 

Or ultimate failure by confinement in solitude



But I am always with my demons

Their darkness reigns upon my brain

I was led into their halls

With mirrors of my dreams shown to me



And I saw what they wanted me to see

They used the ailment of mistruth

And gave me a vile curse

That wounds inside the dream



I am always a knight with emerald armor

That takes up arms against his foe's

I cry out "La Belle Dame Avec Vérité Absolue"

The battle cry I have been given 



In a whisper from my goddess upon high

And belief in finding the truth

To be a true warrior of the mind

I must know myself



And strive to find the balance

To settle the devil in the details

So my mind shall be calm enough

To think in front of the beasts



It is the fay's that are my muses

The faery's of question

That ask me for nature's deepest secrets

Behind the mask that we all see



To answer those questions is merely

Finding truth which is beauty that I want to know

It is looking at her for what she is

That makes me want to be